daily musings #10 - the cricketing

The crickets are back. This happens a few times a year around here. There everywhere. Making manslaughter artists out of the gentlest of souls as they pile up in door frames, curbsides, and beneath shrubbery. Between the crunching under your feet and their natural auratory it can make you feel a little insane, especially if you walk early in the morning before sunrise, like I do. Some kind of life. Though the idea of frantically hopping around trying not to get stepped on serves as a decent metaphor for my business these days. Just keep on moving.